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He's doin' my taxes tomorrow night. You can't get all buddy-buddy with him. Not now. Anyway, Daniel can do your taxes. He's "financey." It's a hedge fund, babe. We don't do a lot oftax prep. - Whatever. You do our taxes. - Fletch has been my accountant for six years. I'm going. You're being ridiculous. Just have a double wedding. What are we, 41 -year-old twin sisters? Babe! Double wedding. A double wedding. I think that's a great idea. - It would be a hell of a party. - You know, uh, no. I've shared everything my whole life with Liv. I'd kinda like my own day just-just once. I know, bug. Is this everything? This is all your as receipts- Threw it all in the shoe box. I don't know. It's my dream too-To get married at the Plaza. I have been saving since I was 16. I just need a few more days to...
let it go. I'll find a new dream. Liv's reasons are better than mine. It's like American Idol, all right? Liv is the Simon. Ugh. God. I mean, no offense. But you're the Paula. Even when they can't sing, you compliment their outfit. It's nice. Well, but everyone listens to Simon. I wouldn't marry Simon. I'd marry me some Paula. Mmm. That's nice. Just pick one. I'm fine with any of'em. See? That's why I need a maid of honor. You don't care. I - Hey, you wanna have her back in the game? You know what you're gonna have to do, and the sooner the better. We need to give our guests some notice. Exactly. Which is why save-the-dates are so key, but you don't care. It's not that I don't care. Well, get your phone then. Hello?
Men. Yo, Fletch. No, nothin' much. Just lookin' at save-the-dates or invites. Are we still on for tomorrow? Yeah, totally. Any sign of progress on your end? Is Liv softening at all? No way. And there's no way she's gonna blink first. They haven't spoken for a week. That's a century in girl years. What is it about weddings that makes 'em so worked up? I know. I have no idea. It's, like, the wrong time to let the guy know that you're crazy. You know what I mean? It's not how I'd play it. Yeah. Oh, you know what? She's here now. I'll see you tomorrow? All right. Hey. Hi, sweetie. Hi. How was pep squad? I hate pep squad. I particularly hate peppy teenage girls... who insist everyone be aggressive-B.E. aggressive. It's, like, there are other pathways in life besides aggression, you know?
I'm gonna call Liv. - Really? - Yeah. Amie and Marissa are throwing us thatjoint shower, and it'd be good to have all this behind us by then. Right? You sure? Yeah. Yeah. I agree. I was just talkin' to Daniel. She's on her cell. You should call her. They're out doin' their save-the-dates or whatever. - What? - You should hit her up. You have to know your "date" date... to send out your save-the-dates. Oh. We were both gonna wait, and she-she- I ca-I can't believe it. You can't believe this? Really? It's Liv. She's always thinking about number one. No. Not this time. No. No, no, no, no, no. I am a bride too. Okay? I'm number one too.
I - You are my number one. I know. That's how I feel. Bug, what are you doing? Subject... Listen. Listen. No, no, no, no, no. Emergency. This is not spam. - I'm getting married, June 6― - You don't have to slam on the keys. The Plaza Hotel. Be there. X-O-X-O-X-O-X-O. Emma. Address book. B.C.C. everyone. Oops. Not you, Liv. And send. "Emergen-C-C-C. 'Thys' is 'nit' spam." "I'm get married. June 6th." "K.J.A."? "Kuh-jaw"? "Emma." What is "kuh-jaw," Emma? Great.
Emma's wedding's gonna be better than ours was. Glen. Maybe her marriage will be better too. Not filled with loneliness and sadness. I hope you can appreciate the positions Amie and I are in. - We're not taking sides. - Relax. We're not making any plans until we figure this out. Wow. You're so cool about it. Yeah. - How else am I gonna be? - I mean-Without taking sides though, I have to say, Emma's save-the-date e-mail was a smidge tacky. I mean, "June 6 at the Plaza," smiley face? What's next, hearts over her I's? Come on, really― What was she thinking? Oh, hey. I know, right? That was so tacky. It's shocking. Hi. Hi, Heidi. - Oh, Elizabeth, I love my ring. - Oh, my gosh. Emma? You sent out your save-the-dates? Yeah, I did, actually. Uh- Surprised?
So one of us... is not moving her date? Well, you amaze me, Liv. You really do. You-You never ask me what I want. You just figure you know best, end ofstory. "Emma, wear this. Emma, say that." Well, Emma's pretty frickin' tired of it. - Oh, whoa. - Don't think I didn't notice how totally freaked out... you were because I had the nerve to get engaged before you did. Okay, wait. First of all, Daniel bought that ring in December. Okay? So officially, I was first. Oh, pathetic. Pathetic! Second, people always make you do things you don't wanna do. Emma, it's like you don't have a spine. Oh, wait. That's right. You don't have a spine. Wow. No one could accuse you of being soft, Liv. You grabbed the first date in June Marion offered... without even asking me first. At least I'm not so terrified of being alone... that I people-please my way through life. Emma, you settle. Are you saying that I'm settling with Fletcher? I wasn't thinking about Fletcher. You came up with that one on your own. Move your date, Liv.
You move your date, Emma. It's done. You lose. Your wedding better watch it. What did you just say? I said your wedding should be very scared right now. If I were your wedding, I'd sleep with one eye open. Why don't you just save your threats for Daniel? After all, isn't that how you got a proposal out of him? - That's how I did it. - Your wedding can suck it. What did you just say? My wedding can suck it? I said your wedding can suck it. Your wedding can s-Be- I mean, yours can be, um- Can-Can be, uh- not that- Please. Bye, ladies. Hey, Liv. Yes. Your wedding will be huge. Just like your ass at prom. We're done. 5:00, Saturday, June 6. Done. Done. Hmm. Good. Now we just have to find you another maid of honor, uh, and fast.
You'll be spending more time with her than with the groom. My friends won't take sides. Who says it has to be a friend? - No! Notjust a bridesmaid. - This spot okay? Yeah. Maid of honor. Maid of honor. Yeah. We were so close in law school. That study group was nuts. Oh, sweetie, you are my second cousin's best friend. Ofcourse you were at the very top of my maid of honor list. Honestly, Carla. Caitlin? Erin? No. I did not sleep with him. All right, okay. I did, actually. Once. Twice. What difference does it make? He was a loser, and he was lousy in- You did? Really? I didn't hear that- Two kids? Wow.
You guys must have had really cute kids. Uh, yeah. Tell him I say hi, and- Actually, I'm hopping into a cab, so I'm gonna give you a call a little later. - Kevin? - Yeah? I'd like to promote you- to mister of honor. Do I get-Is-Is it, like, a pay thing? No. Just-It's just an honor. Uh, have a classmate read your draft. I think that's a great idea. Because by letting a classmate read your draft―. Oh, thank God. All right. You guys finish the rest of this. Just read it yourselves. Did you get my note? Yeah. Can you take my late bus patrol today? Sure. Deb? Yeah? Yeah? I know we're not exactly friends-We're not? Then why am I always doing you favors? You never do me- Never mind. How'd you like to be my maid of honor? Do I get to pick out my own dress?
I tend to draw the eye, so it's gotta be good. Absolutely. I mean, you know, I might make some suggestions, but- Oh, you know, I'm really swamped though. I'd need a lot of help. What do you think the bride is for? To make the maid of honor's life easier, right? I mean, come on. Please. Aw. All right. Since you begged- Okay. I'll be your maid of honor. It's gonna be great. It's gonna be great. ♪♪ Whew. Hey, can I make a suggestion? Have you ever heard of "pee-not gree-gio"? It's this really nice white wine. It's very elegant. Mmm. Now, your music is-Yes. Still pending, and, sadly, DJ Humble is no longer available on that date. Oh? But he and I had a deal- in principle. Yes, well, one of my other brides outbid you. I can't give you her name, of course. That bitch!
Not you. No, a different one. A person. God, she's scary. You don't think that Liv- Yeah, I do. No. No. She knew how much that meant to me. It's too cruel. It's too mean-spirited. Too in character? Hang on. Wait. Didn't you tell me she's wearing a Vera Wang? Yes. I read those run really tight, and she's kind of an ex-heifer. No. No, she's- She's-Little bit. Mmm. Oh! That is good. Excellent. Is that like cream cheese? It is cream cheese. Like a hint. - Has Emma chosen her cake yet? - Let's keep to our own work, shall we? Now, as for the flowers, Eufloria has put in a bid. Wejust can't have the same cake, that's all.
And I have to have the seven-tiered... white chocolate-curl torte, enrobed in marzipan with edible pearls and flourishes. Well, you're safe. Emma has chosen a less extravagant cake. And she's always saying that she doesn't need... to impress people with how much she can spend. I'm just going to check my ice sculptor Rolodex. Right. Oh, my God. That was a dig at me. Emma thinks I'm showing off? I never thought she resented how much money I made, but I guess I was wrong. Really? I didn't get that from what she- Marion's eating it up. She likes Emma best. Emma always gets the sympathy vote. I never get the sympathy vote, do I? Well, maybe it's asking a little bit too much for people... I was worried about her cake. It could be two Ding-Dongs and a Yodel for all I care. What's that? What's that? Don't- Dance lessons? Damn, she's competitive. Their dance is totally gonna be better than ours. Let me see Canary Song again. Dandelion. Canary. - Isn't there something in between? - Sort of like a burnt Canary.
Video montage of their lives? Really? It's gotta be Fletcher's idea. That's just- It's gonna be, like, pictures of them as babies. You know, Emma with one tooth, and Fletcher in his little superhero outfits. It's tacky. Can I help you? - Yeah. Delivery for Liv Lerner. - That's chocolate. I'll take that. Mmm. Looks good. "Liv, you deserve this and more." Isn't Daniel the sweetest? I'll just have one. Thanks. Just one. W-Was she up there? Yeah. Oh. And it's impossible to go get them back? No, no, no, no. She ate halfthe box already, lady. Forty-five dollars. Yes. Okay. That is the agreed upon- Butjust so you know-
If you heard what was actually going on, you would totally side with me. You gonna tip me? I thought that was including tip, but anyway, I'll give it to you because I'm the Paula. You know, I've been thinking. If you really want to mess with Emma's first dance-Mm-hmm? There are ways. Tell me more. I don't know, baby. Dance class? Come on. We know how to dance. It's a slow dance. It's like we did in college. It's a waltz. It's a little more precise than just holding each other up. And besides, Marion says that our first dance... introduces our couple style to the world. Oh, well, naturally... I'm incredibly concerned with our couple style. Space! I am Ricky Coo, the Doctor of Dance. I bring you motion. I bring you rhythm. I bring you sex. Please, get on your feet, and let's dance! ♪ Y'all ready for this? ♪ Dance ♪ Maybe Marion shouldn't be recommending Ricky Coo, Doctor of Dance so much. Yeah. I don't know about Ricky. Good for you.
Doing warm-ups. Yeah, I got your voice mail saying you wanted to push the lesson from 1:00 to 4:00. How long have you been here? Oh, my God. What? Liv. Uh, just give us a second. I mean, who does that? She's finally gone completely crazy. Not that I'm surprised at all. I mean, she's always been nuts. I know. And messing with our couple style? There is no way I'm letting her get away with that. Good. You know who I feel sorry for is Daniel. He's not even gonna be able to control his own wife. What? No, I'm just saying-It's Liv. Because she never thinks about - And? I'm going inside. What? The final month before the big day is a litmus test for couples... of how they work together, solve problems, communicate. The early, happy glow is over, and the nerves begin to set in. With some couples, it brings out the fundamental conflicts in their relationship. With other couples, the lucky ones, it highlights the essential harmony of their partnership. Of course, even the luckiest bride needs something to take the edge off. Ooh, for me! AJolly Walrus cookie bouquet.
Is Daniel a keeper or what? I'd just be careful. Miss Wang is a stern mistress. Video montage-Ifthere's gonna be live pictures and, like, video footage- I know. It's, like, verging on being a digital short. I don't know how they're gonna cut me out of the footage. I'm in everything. Oh, this came for you via messenger. I can't wait to get into this one. Mr. Simmons called again asking for the update on the agreement. - Rutherford Press? That's my hometown. - I'm just gonna take this. Suppose I should just tell them you're dealing with a crisis? Oh, my God. They still print engagement announcements. I'm sort of like a celebrity back there, probably. You know, it's like, local girl makes good. Such sweet people. - Oh, wow! - What the? That's not you. Is it? Emma looks gorgeous. - But not on the inside, which is- - Kevin. It's the best she can do, huh? So lame. She wants to play dirty?
I can play dirty. You can play dirty. I've seen you do it. I went to law school, people. I'm starting to think that 30 is the cutoff. Mmm. Because it's the last time men want to date women their age. A 30-year-old guy will date a 30-year-old girl. But a 35-uear-old guy wants someone 30. A 40-year-old guy wants someone 30, too, or 28. Mm-hmm. It's a terrible planet. I know. You know what I was wondering? What are the real reasons behind Emma and Fletcher having to tie the knot? Why can't they change their date? Think about it. She's pregnant! Emma's pregnant! Oh, no. - Oh, no! - Liv? Are you all right? What the hell is goin' on? Look, let me in! I gained five pounds. Five pounds. It might as well be 50! The dress doesn't fit! And if the dress doesn't fit, my wedding's gonna be a big black hole in the history of the Plaza!
Well, "A" it's our wedding, hon. And "B"... so what? Let it out. You don't alter Vera Wang to fit you. You alteryourself to fit Vera. What do boys learn in school? Sorry. It's not the end of the world. Really. What-What-What can I do to make you feel better? It's what you can stop doing. This is all your fault. It's sweet of you to send me those treats, but I-What treats? You know, the treats. The Truffle-opolis. The truffle tray. TheJolly Walrus cookie bouquet? International Butter Club? The-Honey-I didn't send you any of that. Oh, my God, Emma! She's trying to make me fat so I can't fit into my dress! What is that? What is that? The International Butter Club? You mean, you've actually been sitting around... eating sticks of butter from different lands? The final week before the wedding is do-or-die. I expect my brides to be flawless. Perfect hair, skin, nails, everything. Hello there. I need to get to the back really fast.
Really, really fast, because I left something there yesterday. It's very important that I-I so don't care. Go on back. Miss Allan. Oh, hi. Hi. Bit of Honey today? That's the one I loaded. Yes, but, uh, just a pre-wedding glow. Sure thing. Okay, thanks. ♪ I wish you well ♪ ♪ I hope you survive ♪ ♪ I hope you live on, baby ♪ ♪ So I can watch you cry ♪ ♪ 'Cause I know in time you'll see ♪ ♪ What you did to me ♪ ♪ And you'll come runnin' back ♪ ♪ I'm gonna rain on your parade ♪ ♪ Oh, I won't take it again ♪ ♪ And I'll keep raining Raining, raining ♪ ♪ Overyou ♪ Wow! What happened to you? You look like a traffic cone. Will it fade? Sort of. This is three loofahs. Is it that bad? Fletch said he didn't think it was that bad.
Oh, well, honey, "Filch" is your fiancé. He probably told you you had nice hair too. This wedding stuff is not a walk in the park. For sure. I'm surprised. I don't know. I'm surprised I haven't been, you know, sent into my therapist's office. That's what I've heard. T-U-F-F. You should have heard me on the phone the other day, talking to the guy who messed up my centerpieces. Oh, gosh. It was unbelievable. It's like one thing after another, every single time. It snowballs. Listen, can I get a little bit more lowlight? Yeah, especially right here. Hold that thought, sweetie. I'm gonna get your color. Just make sure it's not so- Like, more gold base. ♪ I'm gonna rain on your parade ♪ ♪ No, I won't take it again ♪ ♪ And I'll keep raining, raining Raining over you ♪♪ Maybe I should take up chanting. I think it's kind of― might be necessary at this time of my life. - Oh, my God! - Oh, my God. Is it good? Great! I get to do noth- Okay.
I-I don't know what happened. Um- I gotta let it sit for a day or two. Maybe I'll try to strip it down to white. My hair's blue! It's blue! I have blue hair! - I'm getting married in a week. - Congratulations. In a week! A week! Come on. I know you're in here. Ah, here's your video montage. Oh, yeah. Absolutely. Fletch? Bug? Do you have something you need to tell me? - Um... Are we about to have a little orange baby? Apparently we're registered at Babies "R" Us. Isn't that nice? Marissa. Where are you? I can barely hear you. I can't believe you told Emma. Whatever. You guys, don't get too attached to the dancers. They're paid to be nice to you.
Yeah! ♪ New York and Japan ♪ Hello, bride! All right, all right. Now a little birdie has just told me... that we have a bride-to-be in the house tonight. Over here! But she has been a very bad bride. Officer Not-Your-Husband is here to arrest you! ♪ I'm a model You know what I mean ♪ - ♪ And I do my little turn on the catwalk ♪♪ - You're under arrest... for being too sexy. Time to be frisked. Oh, my goodness! Great! We got two brides in the house tonight! Whoa. Whoa, whoa. Hold up! We have two brides in the house tonight. Emma, this party is invitation only. I'm getting married too, baby! Well, I'll invite you right up there. - DJ Jazzles invites bride number two up on stage. - Why not? Come on up here, girl! We want to see the way you move! That's what I'm talking about! Work it out, girl! You can't even let me have my own bachelorette party? Much the way you couldn't let me have DJ Humble.
That was low, Liv. By the way, did you hear? I'm not pregnant, okay? I say it's time for a dance-off. Dance-off! Dance-off! Dance-off! Dance-off! Dance-off! ♪ You say I'm so crazy ♪ - ♪ Coming home intoxicated ♪ - Oh! Oh! ♪ I say I just want to love you ♪ Come on, Liv! ♪ I just wanna love you, baby ♪ - Aw, come on, Liv. - Come on, bride number one. - I know y'all can do better than that. - ♪ Give it to me, baby ♪ Sprockets! Break it down! Now the sexiest bride takes first prize. Let's see it! ♪♪ We gonna get this party started, y'all! Showdown! Space! Check out bride number two! ♪ They be watchin' while we wiggle around Look at 'em droolin' ♪ ♪ They ain't used to this sound I keep 'em movin' ♪ ♪ All my ladies put your hands in the air It's all right now ♪
♪ We gon' keep you up on your feet the whole night now ♪ ♪ Pop them bottles Yeah, drink that up, man ♪ ♪ Got you feelin' crazy Well, that was the plan ♪ ♪ They was waitin' for me Wasn't ready for this ♪ ♪ He got the game sewed up No, I'm talkin' bout Swiss ♪ ♪ Why would you try ♪ ♪ We got 'em shakin' everything from the hood to Dubayy ♪ Bride number two, you are the sexiest bride of the night, baby. Give it up for bride number two, y'all! Sorry, bride number one. Can't win 'em all, girl. ♪♪ It's weird, losing. I gotta say I'm not loving it. No, but you were both so good. Yeah, you really got up there, and you tried. - Forget it. It's my bachelorette party, right? - Yes. Good girl. Here you go. It's like you read my mind. Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Taxi! Taxi. Kevin. Kevin. I need coffee. Excuse me.
I need coffee. I need three Advil. Yeah. Four waters. Get a splash of that Kahlúa next to wherever that paralegal is. Hey, Elana. Good morning. You work too hard. I'm gonna treat you to lunch. Okay. - Where are you, Kev? Are you in the office? - I hear you coming. Liv? Liv, blue! Hair! Hey, Advil. You have blue hair! Oh, my God. I totally forgot. I was supposed to get it dyed back at 7:00. I think it's very-It's gonna be... They're gonna love it. I got it. I'm gonna figure it out. If we could all refer to the briefs I've drawn up. I've highlighted a few main points. Our discovery process in depositions and document requests- maybe you guys could share that one... has yielded significant results. W-W-Wait.
Okay. I am looking at the brief dated two weeks ago. Where is the latest version? I could have sworn that I updated these. Just a second. Goddamn it! Your hair. Yes, my hair. My hair... is blue! My hair is blue. My wedding's in a week, and I'm paying my maid of honor. Okay? Or rather Mr. Colson is. And, yes, maybe I misplaced the brief! And, yes, maybe my best friend in the world forever hates me! Hates me! Oh, my God. I'm gonna be a bald bride. It's so not ideal. This is who's representing us? Not anymore. Miss Lerner's off the case. I'm taking over. No, now look, calm down. I'm gonna get it dyed back. Miss Lerner. You are excused. I'm not this girl. I just don't screw up. I just don't get demoted.
It's like I don't have anybody. I feel so alone. Hey. Babe, I'm right here. You miss your friend, especially now. She'd know just what to say. I'm mad at her too. She went for the hair. Girlfriends don't do that. You'll fix it. And if you can't, I love it. I do. You're like this very tall, very hot Smurf. Oh, honey. It's not just about the hair. I'm mad because maybe she's right. And it's exhausting having to try to be perfect all the time. That's how I held it together ever since I was a kid. I figured nothing-nothing bad would happen again if I was just... one step ahead ofeverything and everybody, all the time. Life isn't perfect, hon. It's messy. You're right. I mean, I was gonna be perfect for you, but now that you say it's impossible... Hey. No, you don't. No, you don't have to be perfect. I've always wanted a human wife. Yeah, the other ones are just... too hard to inflate. Hey.
Hey. Almost back to normal, huh? I know, right? I have, like, one layer ofskin left, but that should be okay for our wedding. So, oops, sorry, Liv. I wish I had pictures. You know? It's like I was up there, and there's this spotlight, and when I hit that rope- - Oh, my God! - Hey! Enough, enough, enough! I've heard this story 10,000 times, Emma. You've been acting a little wild lately. Okay? And I'm tired of it. So knock it off. Lately you've been very mad and tense and excited. You know what? I just don't know how to deal with this. Uh-huh. And quite frankly, you have me questioning whether or not... this is something about-to do with the wedding or ifthis is permanent. Um, well, Fletcher, it is kind of permanent. You know? It is possible that I might be mad or tense or excited more than once in the next 40 years. Is it? Really? You know what? You're doing it right now. - What? - You're being, not, I mean, not bitchy, but-
I said "not bitchy." But you're right there in that neighborhood. You should have the cab, like, take a U-turn, drop you off at Pleasant and Nice, where we met. Are you upset because of this thing with Liv, or because I'm having feelings? Totally. Because it's kind of hard to read you. My God! That's totally it. I'm upset because you have feelings. You nailed it. Okay. So in other words, then don't have so many feelings, but if I do, don't show 'em. I shouldn't have so many-Oh, God! I can't even talk to you right now! You haven't tried yet. Do you realize-Do you know how hard this is for me? I don't even know who you are. You have not even tried to ask me about how I'm feeling. I'm so confused. I don't even know who you are. All right? I don't want to talk. It's a tense time. We're fine. Whatever. I was gonna go to the gym. Bye. ♪ The blank pages of my diary ♪ ♪ That I haven't touched since you left me ♪ Emma? ♪ The closed blinds in my home ♪
Emma! Emma! ♪ See no light of day ♪ ♪ Dust gathers on my stereo ♪ ♪ 'Cause I can't bear to hear the radio ♪ ♪ The piano sits in a shady space ♪ ♪ With a picture of your face ♪ ♪ Coffee stains on your favorite book ♪ Liv Lerner's office. Hey, Kevin. It's Emma. Is Liv there? I'm sorry, can you hold on? Just a minute, I-Sorry. It's my worst nightmare. I'm "cubicle-ized." I'm sorry, Liv's dealing with a crisis right now. Can we return? Fine. That's... Yeah. Okay, I get it. Bye. Hey! I'm sorry. Who is this? ♪ I'm scared to face another day ♪ Hello? ♪ 'Cause the fear in me just won't go away ♪ ♪ In an instant, you were gone ♪
♪ And I'm scared ♪♪ Hey! Hi! How are you? Long time, huh? I know. It's my fault. I've been really busy. Oh, yeah. Right. Busy. Nothing to do with the fact that I'm the brother of your archenemy. I mean, best friend. Hey! I have to rent a tux. You're coming with me. Come on. Um, okay. Come on. I'm a little surprised. I would have thought a big magazine writer would have his own tux. How you doing, Em? Hmm? How you feeling? Um, feel fine. Fine's not really a feeling though. Fine's a feeling. "I feel fine." You could say that. People say that. Yeah, sure.
You can say that. Okay. It's, like- Things are crazy with the wedding. And there are all these details and... I don't know. I had this idea of how it was gonna be in my head, and- And it's not as much fun as that. Mm-hmm. And I don't know why. But mostly, I am fine. Let's fix your tie. I can't look at a tie like this. Yeah. Change the subject. This doesn't look right without a tie. I'm gonna go with a clip-on 'cause I can't figure this out. You have no patience. Really? Mm-mmm. Kind ofthink I wait around too long. Hey, let me buy you a cup of coffee. Oh, um, I-I can't. I'm late for, um- But I'll call you. Um, when I'm not-You-That-You look, um, you look really... You're gonna make a very handsome bride "giver-awayer." Thank you. And, Em, you're gonna make a beautiful bride. Really.
Yeah? Yeah. I always thought so. Thanks. Bye. Despite it all, when morning broke on that sixth of June... it was the perfect day for a wedding. Well, two weddings. T-minus three hours, people. Guard your camps, execute your duties, and we may make it out of here alive. Incoming, people. Roses for Lerner. Peonies for Allan. Has the Allan officiant reported for duty yet? Yes, he has. Linens for Lerner? Yes. Excellent. Let's move, people. This is not a dress rehearsal. Amazing. You can't even see the blue anymore. Oh, Liv. My God, you're the most beautiful bride I have ever seen. Thank you. Oh, uh, excuse me a sec. She's so weird. God, I'm so nervous. I don't know why. - Is the veil supposed to go like that? - Yes.
Why? Oh, no. You look fine. You know, honestly, the pressure we put on brides these days to look perfect. It's just ridiculous. You don't have to look your most beautiful on your wedding day. Okay, everybody? Mom! You know, if you want my opinion- You know what, Deb? I don't. I don't want your opinion. Wh-What? Deb, I have been dealing with versions of you my whole life, and I'm gonna tell you something... that I should've told myself a long time ago. Sometimes it's about me, okay? Not all the time, but every once in a while it's my time. Like today. If you're not okay with that, feel free to go. But if you stay, you have to do your job. And that means smiling and talking about my bridal beauty... and, most importantly, not making it about you. Okay? Can you do that? Yes, I'd like to. Then we're good. Harpist is Allan. Quartet is Lerner. How many times do I have to repeat myself? Check on the grooms' status and man your battle stations. Okay. If you're about to jump ship from one wedding, let someone else know so we can create a diversion.
Okay. I'm going to Liv's ceremony and Emma's reception. More booze. I'm gonna do a quick head count of the hot drunk single guys and then choose. Good call. Allan. Lerner. Hey, Mr. Allan. How are you? I'm good, bud. How're you? Big day, huh? Yes. Yes, it is. I caught a glimpse of Emma when I was scouting out the enemy camp. She is beautiful, sir. Thank you, Nathan. Listen, you think I could have a word with your sister? Not about the-the fight, about something else. Oh, yeah. Sure. Liv. Hi! Mr. Allan! Oh, Liv. Wow. Your mom and dad would be so proud. - Thank you. - Of both of you. Thank you.
Thanks. I just want to pass on a blessing from our generation. Notjust from myself but from... f-from my dear friends who would've given anything to be here today. Good luck, sweetheart. Oh. Nate. Mr. Allan, thank you. Good to see you. All right. You too. Such a good man. Emma's so much like him. So, according to Ms. St. Claire, you are allowed one weak nip... before the wedding, to sort of steady the nerves. So we have scotch-Okay. Scotch is good. We have vodka and tequila. Tequila, tequila? Tequila! Tequila! Kevin! Tequila. Tequila's so trashy. No, no, no. Kevin. Kevin, listen to me. You don't even like tequila. You take this to Marion. You tell her I switched the DVD's. She needs to play this when Emma walks down the aisle. I thought we were rising above this sort ofthing.
We are, which is why I need you to do this for me right now. Hurry! You'll thank me one day. I'll go get that. That's very helpful. Okay. Thank you. Oh, my God. It's your parents. Come on in. Look, isn't she a bridal beauty? She sure is. Oh, my gosh. Oh, wow, Mom. Oh, my God! Is that my dress? Are you happy? I'm happy if you're happy. Sweetheart, you could get married in a brown paper bag, I wouldn't care. This is your day. Oh, boy, I need a tissue. Oh, my God. I'm gonna cry. You're gonna screw up your makeup, honey. I found this when we moved to Boca, and I saved it. Dad. What is it? I knew there'd come a day to give it to you. Go ahead. Open it.
In case you need something old or blue. It's really Liv's. Well, something borrowed then. Daddy, I need to see her. I think she feels the same way. I'll get that. Oh, it's Marion. Uh, places, people. We're on in two. Marion, could I just run down the hallway for a second? Emma, you are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen. Ready. Bride one, walking. Bride one, walking. Oh. ♪ I was a little girl ♪ ♪ Alone in my little world ♪ ♪ Who dreamed of a little home for me ♪ It's time. ♪ I played pretend between the trees ♪ ♪ And fed my houseguests bark and leaves ♪ ♪ And laughed in my pretty bed of green ♪ ♪ I had a dream ♪ ♪ That I could fly ♪ ♪ From the highest swing ♪ ♪ I had a dream ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪♪ Ma'am. Oh, my God. Okay. Okay.
I'm getting married. Yeah. Are you happy? Uh- When I get visual confirmation on bride one walking... give video a five count and roll. ♪♪ And ready. Walk. I'm in Acapulco, baby! Spring break! I'm here with Miguel. I love spring break! I want to dance! Go, Emma! Go, Emma! - I love being Emma! - I- We've been hit. Repeat, we've been hit. Emma! Let me tell you something about that tape! God, you swore! You swore you'd never show that to anyone. Just... let them go. Emma! Bring it on! Emma! I don't want to fight! Let me just tell you something! I don't want to fight!
It's over. I can't do this anymore. I can't do this anymore. Thank God. I'm fine. Emma, what the hell are you doing? Have you lost your mind? You just ruined our wedding. You happy now? Your friend? History. 'Cause she's a bad influence on you, and she always has been. Judging by that DVD, you're a lot more like her than I thought. Good. I hope so. What? Fletcher, you've been my friend for 10 years. I need you to be my friend now and tell me the truth. You're in love with a girl that you met 10 years ago. Hey, what's the matter with that? Huh? She's not here anymore. I don't want to spend the rest of my life fighting, Fletch. Or caving. Neither do you. We're different. We want different things. You know that's true, don't you? I knew. Good-bye. Oh, my God.
Emma. I'm fine. This is all my fault. That video was never supposed to happen. I mean, it was supposed to happen, but I canceled it. I thought I did. 'Cause I could never do that to you. Emma, you're my best friend. Oh, this fighting is so dumb. I'm so sorry about everything. I'm sorry... too. I'm so sorry. If I ruined it for you, I don't want it anymore. If Fletcher and I were perfect for each other, then... we'd be getting married, and we're not. Are you crying? Yeah. It's like a whole new me. And I just-I cry all the time. - I'm kind of a basket case. - No, Liv, I didn't want that. I'm sorry. No. No, you were right. I don't have to have it constantly together all the time. It's like... this huge wake-up call. And I'm kind ofstumbling around a little bit, but... I'm awake. Will you stand up there with me? Where else would I be?
Reset, people. Reset. Oh, I almost forgot something. Oh, my God. Em? Where did you find that? Two little girls saved it for us. Come on. ♪♪ Hi. Hey. Are you single? Uh, yeah. Are you straight? I don't like labels. So sorry to hear about your divorce. Why? It was only my first. And next time, I'm definitely getting married at the Plaza. ♪ You treated me so kind I'm about to lose my mind ♪ ♪ You made me so ♪ ♪ Very happy ♪ Do you wanna dance? Yes. Let's go. Okay. Um- No, baby. Baby, let it happen on its own. Uh-oh. Did I make a horrible mistake and marry someone who's smarter than I am?
It was quite a wedding. And as I stood there watching... I realized something I'd forgotten a long time ago. ♪ You made me so very happy ♪♪ Sometimes in life there really are bonds formed that can never be broken. Sometimes, you really can find that one person... who will stand by you no matter what. Maybe you'll find it in a spouse and celebrate it with your dream wedding. But there's also the chance... that the one person you can count on for a lifetime- the one person who knows you... sometimes better than you know yourself― is the same person who's been standing beside you all along. Wow! You look great. Hello. Oh, my God. You look great. Well, how was it? How was the vacation? It was amazing. I want to know everything about it. Actually, I don't. You married my brother. That's weird. So I don't want to know anything, ever. Should we toast? To marriage? Um, actually, I'm not drinking. Neither am I. Are you pregnant? When are-Me too. March third. When're you due? March third.
♪ Do you believe in love ♪ ♪ Yes, I believe in love ♪ ♪ I believe it's because I've tried ♪ ♪ Do, do, do ♪ ♪ And if you know anything 'Bout loving anyone ♪ ♪ Somehow you got to be satisfied ♪ ♪ Oh, but don't go changin' ♪ ♪ At least not for me, baby ♪ ♪ I'm doin' what I gotta do Ooh ♪ ♪ I'll be fine ♪ ♪ Find a way to pass the time ♪ ♪ While I sit here waiting on you ♪ ♪ Oh, listen ♪ ♪ But as soon as you get the chance, baby ♪ ♪ You've got to ♪ ♪ Love me ♪ ♪ Love me, baby ♪ ♪ Please ♪ ♪ Do, do, do ♪ ♪ Say you love me ♪ ♪ Love me, baby ♪ ♪ Pretty please ♪ ♪Just once ♪ ♪ Know it's hard out there ♪ ♪ I can imagine how ♪ ♪ Do, do, do ♪ ♪ Who you are in here ♪ ♪ See I can imagine now ♪ ♪ Do, do, do ♪ ♪ Why can't reality ♪ ♪ You don't ever have to be ♪ ♪ Able to read my mind Ooh ♪ ♪ I can hardly walk without burning up ♪ ♪ So I might as well start alive ♪ ♪ Just as soon as you get a chance ♪ ♪ Darlin' ♪ ♪ Love me ♪ ♪ Love me, baby ♪
♪ Please ♪ ♪ Do, do, do ♪ ♪ Say you love me ♪ ♪ Love me, baby ♪ ♪ Pretty please ♪ ♪ Do, do ♪ ♪ Why, tell me why you wanna treat me so bad ♪ ♪ When you know I love you ♪ ♪ Darlin', don't you know ♪ ♪ I'm giving you the best lovin' you've ever had ♪ ♪ No one else for you ♪ ♪ Just as soon ♪ ♪Just as soon ♪ ♪ Love me ♪ ♪ Love me, baby ♪ ♪ Please ♪ ♪ Do, do, do ♪ ♪ Say you love me ♪ ♪ Love me, baby ♪ ♪ Pretty please ♪ ♪ Do, do ♪ ♪ Say, won't you come love me Pretty, pretty please ♪ ♪ Do, do, do ♪ ♪ Said if you got the time baby ♪ Mr. Randall? They're here. $52 million includes over $6 million already issued pursuant to the over-allotment option. - When can we close? - It would be subject to regulatory approval in both Toronto and... I didn't say, "how", Oliver. I said, "when". What? You sure this is a direction you want to go, Roy? This would move us from energy service into... - You don't think oil's going up? - Of course it's gonna go up. - The question is when.
- It's always when, and if we wait until the deal makes sense to everyone else, we'll be waiting in line behind everyone else. All I'm saying is... The same cover-your-ass crap you always say. We have to wrap this up. I gotta go. - Where? - Upstairs. Get the regulators on it. I wanna close by end of the month. - There are 10 other items. - Which will have to wait. You can't drag us all out of the office, get halfway through, and then just kick us out. Yeah, I can. The antibiotic treatment had no effect. Both the fever and the pain are getting worse, which means it's not Clostridium difficile. But you said that was the only diagnosis that made sense. It was. We need to get him to a hospital. Dad? I don't wanna go. I know, buddy. But we may need to. Am I gonna die? Of course not. How do you know? I just do. And I'm always right, aren't I? I want House. I understand, but I told you Dr. House isn't available.
Call him. Tell him I'll have a private jet - pick him up from whatever island... - He isn't on vacation. Dr. Foreman's one of our best doctors. Is House in jail? Foreman is working with two of House's most veteran associates. Rehab? Mr. Randall, your son will be in good hands. My son... has already been in good hands, and he's still dying. I'm through dealing with good. I want the best and everyone I've asked says that's House. So unless he's dead, comatose, or insane, I want him treating my son... today. You could have said no in good conscience. The kid'll still be Foreman's patient, but his dad wants you making the decisions. Then he's not my patient. You want to give me none of the responsibility and all of the liability? Which means I get... Cool. Don't let him do anything crazy. When does he get his license back so we can stop playing this game? Maybe never. This game is fun. You also need to prepare president Dibala's case for this week's morbidity and mortality conference. Unfortunately I'm overdue a mani-pedi appointment. Not you. Foreman's department. Right. He's got all the time in the world. We made the wrong call.
He died. There's nothing to present. It obviously garnered a lot of curiosity. And we don't have more important things to do than satisfy everyone's idle curiosity? It's not idle. The question of how we deal with two possible diagnoses whose treatments are contraindicated is worth discussing. Abdominal pain increasing in severity and frequency, fever, dehydration, diarrhea, weight loss. Mom died from kidney failure caused by type one diabetes, - which has been ruled out. - 17 doctors. Everything's been ruled out. Which means we have to re-rule out. Get a new history and physical. Unless that's crazy, boss. You been out of the country or on any recent camping trips? No camping. But we were in Montreal back in January. We went to see the NHL all-star game for my birthday. Awesome. Where's Dr. House? In his office. He's really more of a decider than a doer. He's decided we should start over. Never know what previous doctors may have missed. Like this. Does that hurt when I push there? Not really. What is it? I'm not sure. Just keep it clean, simple.
We did a test that called into question our initial diagnosis, so we changed our mind. And if they ask how the test was done? Why would they? It's a routine lab test. Routine lab tests don't involve blood you stole from a corpse to trick me into giving the wrong treatment. Yes, and if you brought that up, it'd certainly make for a lively debate about morality of murdering murderers. Since you burned the evidence... To cover for you, not me. ... you're protected. The decision was a coin flip. There was no right or wrong answer. The body's underground, 8,000 miles away. - Nobody can prove anything. - That room will be filled, not because of the coin flip, not because of the patient, but because House's department screwed up. They're gonna be like sharks in a chum-filled swimming pool and there's no way I'm jumping in unless I'm in a steel cage. So what do you want? I want to know you have everything covered. Got what covered? We're just reviewing the Dibala case. Making sure we didn't miss anything. We didn't. Except the thing that killed him. He's constipated. Physical showed a mass in his abdomen, I repeated the X-ray. Old one was clean. New one shows his colon almost completely impacted. Obstruction would explain the pain. You think they screwed up the old X-ray? Hirschsprung's? A congenital disorder of the nerves in the colon.
Very rare in a child your son's age. Most doctors would never think of it. - And you came up with this? - It's House's idea. We need a barium enema and biopsy to confirm. Let me guess. It tastes really bad, but it's gonna make me feel a lot better. Actually, you're not gonna taste it. You should try searching for "Misty May digs for gold". Make sure you put it in quotes. I'm making travel plans. Just need to get away. Have some time to myself. You getting the hint? So that's it? You're done with your little experiment with Foreman? It wasn't an experiment. It was a relationship. You may wanna look the difference. I'm glad you're better, House. I actually liked working for you. - But I'm not coming back. - Good. 'cause if you came back, Foreman would try and save the relationship and he'd give up being the boss. Are you here to try to save my relationship with Foreman? God no. Trying to save my relationship with Foreman. Right now I'm Kobe playing the game I love however the hell I want. Phil Jackson has to listen to everyone else bitch about it.
Enjoy Cabo. I'm going to Thailand. Really? Interesting. Good-bye, House. Good-bye, Thirteen. Last week, yesterday, today. I can't believe it. He's pain-free for the first time in months. - He's even hungry. - I'm starving. Still waiting for the biopsy results, but obviously it's a good sign. Take it slow. Don't try to regain all the lost weight in one meal. - What's wrong? - Abdomen feels normal, but it looks bigger. Are you feeling... Jack, you okay? Right eye's fixed. Lateral rectus palsy. He's seizing. Need five milligrams of diazepam. What's happening? Put that and turn off the lights. - I need to see his optic disk. - Heart rate's elevated. - Hold his head. - I'm trying. - Where's House? - You need to step back.
His optic disk is swollen. Intracranial hypertension. Furosemide. 20 milligrams I.V. - We could intubate him... - Need five more milligrams of Diazepam. DC the monitors. - Push 500 mg Phenytoin. - We can't push that much. Gotta remove the pressure, his brain could herniate. Oh, my God. 50 mg of Phenytoin. Page Chase. Tell him to meet us in the O.R. We need your consent. - What's happening to him? - Pressure in his skull's too high. If we don't reduce it, it could damage his brain. - But he was talking and smiling. - We need to drill burr holes. Drill into his head? Phenytoin's not working. Paralyze him. 3 milligrams Pancuronium. Then intubate and hyperventilate. - Where's House? - House isn't here. Do we have your consent? Do we have your consent? Ready?
One, two, three. Gentlemen, three milligrams Pancuronium. Look the monitors. He's still seizing. We need to do this now. Go. Electrical seizure activity's stopped. Intracranial pressure's declining. Come on. Keep going. Pressure's down to eight. I'll tell the dad. What happened? I have no idea. He hasn't had any more seizures, and cytological examination of the subdural fluid showed no abnormalities. Don't usually see brain damage after a rectal biopsy. He was fine after the procedure. No headaches. No mental status change. - Wasn't anything we did. - It's not just his brain. He's still building up fluid in his abdomen as well as dura. We've inserted shunts to drain it. Gotta be some systemic infection. Not after spending the last week getting pumped full of IV antibiotics. Notice anything odd about the shape of the fluid collection? Oh, God... Virgin Mary. The edge should be tapered, Lens shaped.
Unless... the dural layer was already separated from the brain when the fluid started to build up. Get a dural biopsy to confirm brain cancer. Nice catch. Bangkok. Flight 799. That sounds awesome. How long? Not sure yet. Luckily I have a friend who's staying at my place taking care of my dog. He's really big, so he needs a lot of exercise. Remy hadley. H-a-d-l-e-y. What, you think I'm gonna rob the place? No, of course not. In case you haven't noticed, I have a job. Look, I'm sorry. I don't know you. You're either honest or dishonest. - I figured the safer choice is... - Is to treat a stranger like an ass. Nice way to live your life... bitch. I said I'm sorry. I was wondering if there's any business class seats open that I could use my miles to upgrade to. I don't know you, but I assumed I could trust you. Welcomed you in my car. Okay, you're a saint. That's impossible. I confirmed my reservation last night. So rebook it. Well, obviously it was a mistake on your end, not mine.
I'm on my way to the airport right now. They didn't believe you, huh? Brain cancer? We should know for sure by the morning. Our luck just keeps getting worse, huh? Treatment options are better every day. There's no visible mass, so even if the biopsy is positive, - we've caught it early. - You're telling me this is good news? I'm saying we will do whatever we can. Right. Sorry. Gotta go, Foreman needs more help with the m and m prep. I'll come up and help after I finish the biopsy. We can handle it. I'll see you at home later. - If you're here, I might as well be. - Go home. Get some rest. 'Cause I'm gonna be waking you up as soon as I get home. Stay out of my life. I know you canceled my reservation. You saw me log in when you were spying on me in the coffee shop. I was talking to you. I was spying on the MILF. - I'm not coming back. - I don't want you back. I cannot work for, with, or around Foreman. Which is why I don't want you back on the team. With you out of the picture, he's better than ever.
Which is gonna make me less miserable which is why neither of us gives a damn how, when, or on what island in the Bahamas you wanna get away from it all. The Bahamas? Costa Rica? I told you Thailand. I assumed you were lying, It would have been idiotic of you to tell me truth. Yet another reason I have no use for you. We've got a problem. When Cameron sent Dibala's blood to the lab, she asked for the anticentromere antibodies test. So? The printout they sent you included just the anticentromere antibodies, But the lab also did a full blood panel. So, I'm not an idiot. The cadaver I got the sample from had the same blood type. You apparently didn't check his cholesterol. How far off? 20%. Dibala didn't die of high cholesterol. Why would anyone compare the two reports? The same reason I did. Look for anything we might've screwed up. - We could say the blood analyzer broke. - We can't. Cameron documented it was perfectly calibrated - when she did the test. - Numbers are off. It's weird, who cares? If it comes up, just act surprised like it's some irrelevant curiosity. I can't do this. I can't go in there and stack lie upon lie.
You've got to figure out a way to explain this. Missed you this morning. Sorry, I needed to get in early. Didn't wanna wake you. I thought you did. - That's what you said last night. - I'm out of here. I've got the biopsy results. It's not cancer. How can so much be wrong with nothing being wrong? Since when has cancer been considered nothing? I just said it's not cancer. - Cell morphologies were all normal. - And so are the most recent CT scans. On the other hand, andenocarcinoma of the stomach would cause pain, constipation, nutritional deficiencies that could cause seizures. And wouldn't show on a CT. You're right about the cancer, just wrong about the place. Continue to say nothing if you agree. Go scope him. Get another set of biopsies. I'd get canceling her ticket if you then showed up with two more to somewhere better. - What are you talking about? - Or showed up at all. But how does just ruining her plans get her to agree to yours? You talking about Thirteen? - Where's she going? - Nowhere this week, thanks to you. I didn't stop her. I'm not gonna stop her. I've already done all I could.
Now all I can do is move on. I think... I actually believe you. If you're telling the truth, you're even more rational than I... Well, not more... Then again, more sane. You're gonna be a good boss, boss. There's nothing wrong. There's obviously something wrong I'm not saying we need to talk about it now. I just don't see why you have to deny it. I'm not. Now you're denying you're denying. No, I'm denying that there's anything to deny. You can't do this, you can't hide things from me. There's a problem with the Dibala M-and-M. The HDL numbers on one of his early blood panels don't match a later panel. That's weird. It's no big deal. Cholesterol didn't have anything to do with his death, but, you know, after being let go from Mercy and then that thing with Thirteen's drug trial, Foreman's paranoid about people questioning how he handled the case. That's ridiculous. If anything, he should feel secured. He had the right diagnosis, we talked him out of it. I know. Don't tell him I told you. He doesn't wanna show any signs of weakness, especially now that House is claiming he wants him to stay in charge. All right. So it's still cancer? Just somewhere else?
That's what we're looking for, but it would explain the symptoms and all the normal test and imaging studies. Got biopsies of the mucosa and the submucosa. Moving towards the pylorus. It's my fault. Adenocarcinomas aren't caused by diet or environmental factors. I inherited a $10 million pipeline business when I was 24. By the time I was 30, it was worth over a billion. Since then, I have been involved in over 50 deals that make that first one look like a loser. Everything I do, everything I touch turns to gold. Except my family. First, my wife. And now... my son. This is my fault. It's karma. That's obviously not true. - He's seizing again. - Get the scope out. Need five mg diazepam. - How's the ICP? - It's... eight. But the shunt's open and clear. This isn't intracranial pressure. What the hell is it? Seizures stopped, but he hasn't regained consciousness. No sign of any masses in his stomach or esophageal lining and he's still accumulating subdural and peritoneal fluid. And every time we look to see where it's coming from, - he starts seizing. - You think we're setting this off? Something is. One of his stomach biopsies shows an arteriole partially occluded.
With no abnormality in the other layers and no evidence of cellular inflammatory reaction. It's definitely not cancer. - It has to be some sort of infection. - We already ruled out infection. Because he was treated for it and got worse. - Seems like a sound reason. - Unless it's a drug-resistant strain. Drug-resistant strain of what? Bacterial cultures, viral serologies A.N.A. and A.N.C.A. were all negative. Everything is. We obviously missed something. Maybe the seizures aren't a new symptom. - They're an old one. - No doctor noticed a thrashing kid? Abdominal epilepsy. The seizures would look like pain until it spread to his motor cortex. - It wouldn't explain the fevers. - Protein malnutrition can cause fevers And nothing causes malnutrition like excruciating stomach pain that gets worse every time you eat. I'd be a lot more certain if it was my idea. But it's the best we got. Start him on gabapentin. Hook him up to an intracranial EEG for continuous monitoring. - I gave him statins. - What? If they ask about cholesterol, say I prescribed a statin and forgot to fill the chart. You wanna solve a problem in the records by creating another one in the records? It's a problem with my record keeping. There's no way anyone can prove me wrong. How d'you get access to the statins?
You gonna get someone in the pharmacy to confess to another record-keeping problem? I saw an open cart, just took it. Why would you steal a drug you could easily ask for? 'Cause I'm trying to get you off the hook. A story that raises more questions than answers only puts the hook deeper down my throat. It's all right, I'll handle it. How? By telling the truth. Truth is I don't have the time, I'm not in the mood and don't see the point. You don't wanna do it because you're not in the mood? This kid is dying and House's trying to push his responsibilities onto me. They're not his responsibilities, they're yours. You wanted to be in charge. Wanted to be in charge, not a figurehead. Then do the M-and-M, it's all yours. You want me to get flogged? For what? So you can have an academic debate about a diagnostic dilemma no one's ever gonna face again? What's going on here? I just don't want to do the M-and-M. - Did it work? - Not even close. Everything okay? Just waiting for whatever is about to go wrong. Thirteen called. She have a theory that makes more sense than abdominal epilepsy? She said someone hacked into her email account and canceled an airline reservation. - I'm guessing Foreman. - Really?
You're accusing Foreman, not me? Cool. You really want Foreman to stay in charge of the team? Makes sense. He loves power, I love puzzles. You love power and puzzles. True. When I had them both. It wasn't Foreman. How do you know? He said he's moved on. And you believe him? I believe that he believes it. It's time for me to get off the bench. What's up? Are you Dr. House? I understand you're a big fan. I'll have my guy send over a signed glossy. Continuous EEG shows no interictal spikes. It's not abdominal epilepsy. - You paged me to tell me what it's not? - I paged you to show you this. That I did not expect. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Darn it. I knew I should have stayed outside. Fantasy's always better than reality. You think this is a joke? That's my son. He's dying, and not one of you seem to have the slightest clue why.
I know. That's why it's so interesting. Fever, stomach pain, seizures, peritoneal and subdural fluid collection and now spots. Could be an allergic reaction to one of his meds. That suddenly developed 8 hours after we started the meds? If it's not cancer infection, it's autoimmune. Systemic lupus complicated by a CNS vasculitis would explain the rash, fever, ascites... CNS vasculitis would cause a stiff neck along with a headache. And would have showed up on dural biopsy. What about polyarteritis nodosa? It can occur in kids. You can't have arteritis without inflammation. Okay, come up with something better. Go on. There was some inflammation in the skin biopsy. Plus, he's got elevated diastolic pressure. It's barely elevated, which you'd expect given the procedures he's undergone. Well, barely is more than not barely. Not my decision. But if it was, I'd say start him on prednisone and get a testicular biopsy. If he's gonna have inflammation, it'll be there. - Cameron and I will do it. - Why? - It was Chase's idea. - Kid's father is not gonna be happy about a fourth set of biopsies, and you've got a better rapport. What's really going on here? You need Chase to help you over-prep for the M-and-M? Then say so. Don't be a child. Is it on his penis?
Kid's rash? Yeah, why? Means it's most likely affecting the small blood vessels. That's why we didn't see any inflammation on the biopsies. It's not polyarteritis. It's Degos disease. I'll do it. Your son has Degos disease. Causes microblood vessels In the brain, skin, GI tract, to break down, clot off. It sometimes manifests early on with atrophic papules on the penis. In your son's case, we don't know why, they came much later. What's the treatment? There isn't one. It's incurable. You're wrong. Already been wrong a bunch of times. We've rechecked the biopsies. It's definitely Degos. I'm sorry. I wish there was something we could do. How long? Not much longer. What does that mean? Day at the most. All right, great. We need to talk. Unless it's life or death, gonna've to wait. It's about Dibala. Let me rephrase.
Unless it's a current life... Foreman can't present the case at the M and M. You are busy, but he's just gonna have to suck it up and make the time. - It's not the time. - Then what is it? The anticentromere antibodies test. The test that caused us to change the treatment from blastomycosis to scleroderma... It wasn't... Wasn't what? They need you in the pediatric ICU. - Who's they? - I don't know. But I think they're lawyers. If you guys screwed something up, just come clean. It's not gonna be that bad. With all due respect, you don't know what's at stake. - What's going on? - You need to stop him! - He's about to ruin his life. - Like you give a damn. Roy, he's right. You're borrowing money to buy options already out of the money. Even you won't be able to cover the losses. Your house, cars, bank accounts. You'll lose everything. That's the point. The billionaire thinks that the gods will treat him better if he's broke. I suggested he give it to me. There's got to be some sort of balance. You can't have all the good fortune in just one area of your life.
It's not how the world is supposed to work. - Who said that? - Don't just wipe everything out. Put your assets in a trust. - Give to charity. - Can't get it back. - He's insane. - He's irrational. So are most people. It doesn't make him insane. If he signs that paper, he's not only gonna destroy his own life, but the lives of thousands of people who rely on this to make a living. If he is insane, we will sue this hospital... Mr. Randall... I know you're upset. You shouldn't make a decision like this right now. Give it some time. My son doesn't have any time. Your son's dying from an incurable disease, not bad karma. He's not dying. It's not gonna happen. I'm not gonna let it. Please! I'm sorry. I can't let him die. People don't get what they deserve. They just get what they get. There's nothing any of us can do about it. Deliver it or I'll make sure you end up the ones with nothing. Call a code. He's flatlining.
Thanks. You're welcome. For what? For thinking I was worth breaking the law to keep around. That's just the way I am, but still don't know what you're talking about. Cuddy had I.T. trace all the I.P. addresses who've logged in to my email account. There were two. Mine and yours. Obviously House decided he needs you more than he's... I already asked House. - And he'd certainly never lie. - No, he'd lie. Except he wants me gone. And he'd do a lot better job of lying than you just did. Really? It was that bad? No, actually. But it doesn't matter anymore. Why? Because of House... or Foreman? You're good for both of them, but Foreman's not my best friend. House will be fine. Maybe. But with you on the team, he'd be better. He needs someone... who doesn't need him. You're the only one he's never really been able to suck into his crazy House vortex. Keeps him grounded. His ego in check. Why didn't you just come to me? I figured you'd only stay if House asked and I knew he would... eventually.
Bye, Wilson. This is a great job. Maybe even better now that House is at least trying to have real relationships with people. I said, "trying". - It doesn't matter. - The job you love doesn't matter? Don't throw it all away just because of a bad break-up. Bye, Wilson. I just confessed. I told Thirteen I canceled the plane ticket. Why? You mean why did I confess or why did I do it? I know you didn't do it, so I guess the first. You want her to stay because you want her back or because Foreman does? Why would I care what Foreman wants? Cause you're not as big a jerk as everyone thinks. - Yes, I am. - No, you're not. I just made a $10,000 short sale on a stock I know is gonna crash because of what I saw a grief-stricken dad do on his son's deathbed. - No, you didn't. - Yes, I did. You are a jerk. She's making a mistake. - So you did it for her? - She's a good doctor. So you did it for you? I'm not the one in charge anymore. So you did it for Foreman? She's a smoking hot, newly single bisexual.
Why don't you just admit that you like having her around? She's good for you. You need her. Because I was born with a heart three sizes too small. - No, you weren't. - Yes, I... What? He's still alive? Good. Start him on heparin and IV immunoglobulin. - For Degos? - Cardiac arrest wasn't just a "everything goes to hell in a handbasket" arrest. It was a coronary event. Coronaries are large vessels. Mean's it can't be Degos. - But the biopsies confirmed... - Obstructed blood vessels. They can't be obstructed because of Degos. Means it's primary antiphospholipid syndrome. You sure? Nope. But I will be if he responds to the heparin and the immunoglobulin. By the way, someone screwed over your girlfriend and she ran to me, Cuddy, and Wilson. Everyone but you. She's not over you. Or she is. Where'd you find it? Find what? The niacin-bound chromium supplements. It was on top of the file.
You don't know about it? No. Been here all night. One of Dibala's previous docs was prescribing ultra high doses of niacin-bound chromium to boost his HDL. So? So it gives us something to point to. We can explain the wide variation between the HDL numbers. We're safe. We're covered. You really didn't request the info? And obviously you didn't either. Which means... BIGGER THEY ARE, HARDER THEY FALL: CEO BANKRUPS HIMSELF IN A DAY It worked. The medicine worked. It worked. How'd you find it? Fat old black guy. Knew he had to be taking something for his cholesterol. And what now? I'm not the boss. You don't think I should be fired? Why? I doubt we'll ever be treating a genocidal dictator again. Better a murder than a misdiagnosis. Whether you wanna be in charge or not... You are... and you always will be. 75-year-old african man presented to our hospital following a rapid onset of hemoptysis. He'd been fine prior to onset.
No chest pain, fever, coughing, or chills... Well, Kurt, time to honour the birthday boy. "Midway upon the journey of our life we start to seek a home of our own." "From atop the mast we scan the mists it's to calmer seas we will be blown." "His harbour lee he has now sighted and joyful upon the shore alighted." Brilliant. -Here it comes! -Oh, my word! A toolbox! Old houses always need something fixing. What a lot of stuff! You can at least pretend to be a handyman before you have to open it! What am I supposed to...? I don't quite get it... "Oooow..." Are you saying I'm scared of ghosts? Of the dark? Oooow-sowner. 'ouse owner. I get it. Do people get paid for writing stuff like that? THE REVENGE Stop the exhibition! Fuck you! Stop the exhibition! Stop the exhibition! And now I am a "ooowse owner" by the sea! You've heard me go on and on about one day living by the sea. And now I...
No. Now we... - Jussi! Now we have a home with a sea view. It's wonderful. Just think. Every morning I'll be able to get up and listen to this sound. Listen... -Have another crayfish. -No, they don't agree with him. He doesn't know that! -Will you be at home all night now? -Yeah, I'm calling it a day. That's been unusually quiet. A new number, the second in two weeks. - Wester speaking. Hi, there. Because we need the county archivist, and he can't come before 10. No, no. Never. I'm not closing the exhibition. It'll stay until Friday as planned. OK. Bye. ...Erik Wester, who let out the hall for the exhibition, was at the opening. It has aroused strong emotions and arrests have been made for vandalism during an organised stone-throwing attack on the municipal hall. -I'm done. Are you wearing your alarm? -You bet. -I'll remain outside until morning.
-Thanks. See you tomorrow. What now? Perfect! -Hey, Kurt, get your toolbox out! -Do you know how to change a fuse? Wester? Yes, I can see you. I'll found out what's happened. -No, no problem. I'll manage. -Good night. Sleep well. Shit. The entire area's blacked out. Some idiot must've dug up a cable or something. -This late at night? -The whole of Ystad's down. Martinsson speaking... Kurt here. Yeah, just my bloody luck. Nobody here's fit to drive. Listen, do you know what's happened? What's that? The whole town? Is that even possible? But I have to know what's happened and when the power will be back on. -The back-up generator's working! -lt hasn't been used since the war. We've received around 45 automatic alarms.
Tell us what's happened! We've got people stuck in lifts, in garages... Excuse me! Excuse me! Can everyone be quiet for two seconds? ! Those with a report to file can go to the desk there. Those who want information can sit down and make room, OK? The CCTV has switched over to battery and the hospital's got its back-up systems working. Call in all personnel and request back-up from Malmo and Simrishamn. -ls the power out there too? -I don't know. A report's come in on an explosion at a power substation. The fire fighters are there, and forensics are on their way. Call two men and prioritise the alarm calls. The rest are to go into town. We'll be in the shit whatever we do. - We're going to have to sober up. This will take weeks, months perhaps. -Must we wait months to get power? -No. We'll reroute it from elsewhere. -How long will that take? -Dunno, it's not been done before. How can a town's entire power supply come from one substation? I guess no one assumes things like this will happen. We've found ten priming spots. For maximum effect. Whoever did this knew what he was doing. We're getting reports of break-ins too.
You don't black out an entire town to nick a plasma TV. -The couple who alerted us are here. -Let's go and have a chat. Are you the ones who raised the alarm? -We heard an explosion, like a bomb. -A big bomb. -One explosion? -A big one, yes. I noted the time, if it's of interest. Did you see anyone, or anything unusual? We thought about it after we called. We saw a car parked there last week. I was driving by on my way to pick up Filip from day care. - Remember? -What kind of car was it? -I'm useless at car makes. -lt was big, maybe one of those SUVs. -And they're quite big. -Did you see it too? -No. -What colour was it? -Blue. No, maybe green. Greyish green. And then a man walked into the woods. -Did you see what he looked like? -No. It was a man. I didn't look that closely. He looked pretty normal.
-Perhaps a bit taller than Alexander. -I'm five foot six... Kurt here... His secretary had tried to call him. When he didn't reply, she called us. And I was here and had keys... I checked the flat out yesterday, I promise. He must have let him in. Stay here. Shit! I checked out the whole flat. I don't see how he could've got in. Shit! That's Wester... Jesus Christ. Svartman was babbling on about keys. He wanted us to know it was locked. -Wester had extra protection... -Because of the exhibition. I make it seventeen shots. Who the hell does something like this? Good morning, you're tuned to Radio Malmo. Many of you are waking up to the aftermath of the explosion in Ystad. It's caused huge problems for motorists. - What's it like out there? All the traffic lights are out and there's chaos at the harbour with lorries and coaches everywhere. We've been without power for 8 hours. It's obviously affecting all traffiic. -And are the commuter trains running? -No.
Nothing in either direction. -Tough night, eh? -You could say that. Daniel Floren from the local paper. A comment on last night? -lt was dark. -Right, the explosion. I know. -And Erik Wester's murder? -No comment. Is there a link? Has Ystad been punished for the exhibition? Or Wester? -We've just begun our inquiries. -But you're not ruling out a link? Hey! -Good morning, Ebba. -Coffee? Not just now. -Erik Wester? It doesn't make sense. -Don't worry, it'll get worse. The press are already linking it to the Mohammed exhibition. -Can't that be the case? -Maybe. -How long will we be without power? -For another night, at least. You all know what happened last night. Any many are exploiting the situation. But you're here because there are two events we must prioritise.
The power substation. The eye-witnesses gave us nothing so we've been knocking on doors. And... Well, that just leaves the forensics. We've found parts of several timers. And since the witnesses say there was only one explosion they were synchronised to the second. In other words, it's no beginner we're dealing with. -Yes? -The trainees are here. -What? -The trainees are here... I heard you. Was it today? Yes, and if you'd looked in your diary maybe you'd... Hi. Isabell. Pontus. We're starting here today. -Do you know what you're to do? -No. A "Wallander" was to show us. That's me. - Thank you, Ebba. You've chosen one hell of a day, but sit down and we'll think of something. So, Wester lived alone and had no children. He had extra protection owing to the Mohammed exhibition. Svartman, you were there an hour or so earlier and searched the flat. Threats had been made to his life on websites, Swedish as well as foreign. -Can they be checked out? -I guess so...
All websites can be traced with the right technology. It takes time, but it's possible. Check it out. It seems the killer got in through the kitchen window. It had an old lock. Outside was a wooden decking, but no footprints. Or fingerprints. Nor is there any murder weapon. The prosecutor's office is sending the same investigator for both cases. -So they think they're connected? -Don't you? Hey, Peter... Pontus. You're good with computers, right? -Follow me to the municipal hall. -And me? What shall I do? You can go and fetch my dog. -You're joking. -I never joke. You can get directions from Ebba in reception. -...blocking the roundabout. -Are there any more stationary cars? There are stationary cars on pretty much all routes into Ystad. But the police and tow trucks are on their way. Stay tuned for further information about what's happening out there. Though right now it's a bit of a problem... Did you see that explosion? Another one! Send two cars!
Kurt, wait! Two cars have just exploded! -Where? -By the water tower and roundabout. -Jesus. Anyone injured? -We can't get there. It's total chaos. Stay here and find out what you can. Call in a helicopter. -It's in Goteborg. It'll take an hour. -I don't care. Just get it here. Isn't this a job for the army? We don't have one of those either. We should be wary of speculating, but we had an explosion last night and now two car bombs. Have you heard anything from Ystad about a link? I've just spoken to the incident commander and he's not ruling out sabotage or terrorism... Do you think this is what everyone's saying it is? What's that, then? -Terrorism. -I don't know. Two cars to the route 13 roundabout now. It's an emergency. What? Yes... I understand... Three more car bombs. Can you find out who's behind this bloody exhibition?
Be discreet... The exhibition was important to Erik. He snatched it from under the nose of every gallery in Scandinavia! Do you know how it ended up here? Because no other place in Ystad dared to put it on. That was when Erik decided to let out the municipal hall. He was a brave man. Disregarding the exhibition and all the trouble surrounding it have you had any threats recently? The threats started coming as soon as the council took the decision. -From people who felt offended. -Do you still have the emails? All emails are public documents and are logged every day. Can I have a copy of them, from the time of the decision until now? -Yes, but there are lots of them. -There are two of us... Maybe we could put them onto one of these... Sure. Of course... Did you say they were logged every day? So he could've deleted some as he received them. It's not working... Still no electricity. -Hi. How's it going? -One dog delivered. It took time due to the roadblocks. Now I'm ready for a bigger challenge. Something at the dry cleaner's? You and Peter can go through Wester's emails. Me and Pontus?
When people are needed in town? Yes, I reckon so. - Come on, Jussi... "I reckon so". It's chaos in there. They're reporting every badly parked car in town. Can't you look after Jussi? -Can he eat anything? -No, not crayfish. -Anything? -Not much. Five approach roads, five car bombs in two minutes. They're on their way to Nyberg. Three roads had surveillance cameras. If we're lucky, we can see who dumped them. If we're unlucky, it's an Arab. -We're getting nowhere. -Everyone available is onto it. -How many is that? -Not as many as we'd like. Ten extra? That's hardly enough for a normal Saturday night. -Come in. -I'm looking for Kurt Wallander. Katarina Ahlsell from the prosecutor's office. I'm the preliminary investigator. -Welcome. Jan Martinsson. -Really? So we'll be speaking later.
As you know, we're heading the investigation. Into what? -The power substation and Erik Wester. -And this morning's car bombs. I know that. But who's doing what? We're working on them in parallel. Do we know that the events are related? -You seem to assume so. -Not at all. Until we can be sure, I want separate investigations. It'll be more useful. So, who's taking what? You were first at the scene at Wester's, so... OK. Good, that's that then. -I'll divide up the group. -See you later. I'm sorry, but the post mortem will be ready now. Just one second. Martinsson will be briefing me on both investigations and then I'll want you both to report to me regularly. If I discover a link, I'll tell you. But you must keep me updated. We can't call you every time we make progress. You don't need to call. Just pop your head in. I've been given the next office. We're neighbours. So I'll be expecting the post mortem report... Thank you.
There really doesn't need to be two of us on Wester's emails. It just needs one. I want to be active in the investigation. You'll do what I tell you to do. You don't want a woman on your team, right? It's just men. -Maybe it is. -There's no maybe about it. It is. From July 1, each station is to have an equal opportunities plan. Come with me. I'm putting her here, in your group. -Hi. -Hi. What are you looking at? The demonstration outside the municipal hall at the opening. All the cars that exploded have been reported stolen in the past fortnight. Take Svartman and ask the owners if they saw anything suspicious. Yes? -Martinsson? -Yes... Jonathan Berglund, security police. This is Fredrik Varg. Are you in charge of the explosions? We need to see your investigation. You should talk to Katarina Ahlsell. She's got all I have, and more. -What are you looking at? -The demonstration at the hall. Can you rewind?
-Hi, Karin. -Thanks for the party. We'll have to do it again, with electricity. -What's going on? -I've no idea. How's it going? Look here... The cause of death was the shot to the head. The bullet punctured the eyeball, entered the brain and exited just above the first vertebra. Death was instantaneous. The skin around the entrance wound bore traces of gunpowder and was slightly charred, which suggests he was shot at close range. Look at the angle. The shot was fired diagonally from above. -He was on his knees... -Praying for his life, perhaps. The other bullet entered through the cheek glanced off the teeth and lodged itself in his hard palate. And the other shots to the torso...? All of them were fired after the fatal shot. The direction shows that he was already lying on the floor. -How many are there? -Fifteen. What do you know about the gun? A 9mm 39B. You'll have to ask Nyberg about the rest. OK. Thanks, Karin. A car's been parked outside our flat for two days. Here's the number... -And the address...? -Excuse me, but what's your game?
I've been sitting here for two hours waiting for information! It's bad enough with the bombs, but now they're shooting our politicians! -Why aren't you arresting them? -We don't know who they are. Yet. Then you're the only ones who don't know. They're all in the square - under police protection. -But who's protecting us? -Yes! Start by closing the exhibition! What? They can't come and tell us what we can have on our walls... All those with an opinion, please make room for people with business here. I demand an answer. What are you doing? We're trying to work on it. But right now you're holding us up! The surveillance footage gave nothing. We can't tell the sex, although the size suggests it's a man. Nor can we see if it's the same person. Time-wise it's possible, but we don't know. We've spoken to the owners. They saw nothing unusual before they were stolen. Nor did their neighbours. We've found traces of pentyl and mineral oil on the transformers and in the cars, which suggests an explosive. Do we know where it comes from? I can find out if we find more of it. The same applies to the gun that killed Wester. It was a Glock 17. That's all I can say.
It's our old service weapon. 17-round magazine. So the killer emptied the entire magazine into him. What would make someone so angry? The Glock and the bullets are too common to trace. As for the motive, all we've got is the exhibition. We've searched his computers and are trying to map his last days. Martinsson! -Who the hell called them in? -The Chief Commissioner. The security police are also here. -Who brought them here? -They brought themselves. Maybe we should go down and... Major Vikstrom, emergency squad commander. -What are you doing here? -Threats have been made. -Any signs they might strike again? -No. -Has anyone claimed responsibility? -No. But there was trouble last night. - Anders! Over here. Anders Lindstrom. He knows the area and is in charge of strategic planning. -Local knowledge. Are you from town? -No, but I was stationed here. I was in charge of disaster preparedness.
Drew up plans for different conceivable scenarios... I hope we won't have to use them, but you never know. -What happens now? -We're protecting the water supply. With London and Madrid in mind, we've got people on buses and trains. And at the hall, which I understand is a target until the exhibition shuts. Do you think it was Islamic fundamentalists? Provoked people strike back sooner or later. Sooner if religion's involved. What now? A curfew? Shut the exhibition? -They'd never agree. -Who's "they"? Everyone. Society. It's a matter of principle. MURDERER Shouldn't you be going home? You've been here for almost 24 hours. At least the ferries are going, so something seems to be working. -Talk to me. -I've already told you everything. You've told me what you know. I want to know what you think. I'm no expert on terrorism, but I try to keep myself informed. But I've not once read of a chain of events like this one. But it seems difficult to imagine it not being a coincidence. That it's hitting us now, when the exhibition's here. But at the same time...
The murder. Seventeen shots. Fifteen when Wester's already dead. It doesn't sound like the same efficient terrorists who blow up five cars in the space of two minutes. But still the murder seems personal. -Private. -So two separate perpetrators? Possibly... But it still feels as if they're connected. It's just a hunch. I don't know. This is all new to me. To us all. It's not what I expected when I moved here from Stockholm. What had you been expecting? Something else. A little less, I guess. That it'd be calmer, a bit more idyllic. Well, you know it is, well it used to be, until this happened. -Have you lived here long? -Yes. A long time. Although now I've bought a house, by the sea. -Where are you staying? -ln a hotel. But just for two days until the removal vans and my family arrive. -Are you married? -Divorced. It's my children who are coming. Extremely reluctantly, I might add.
-Do you have children? -Yes. Is this her? Yes. Listen, I think Jussi needs his evening walk. I'll see you tomorrow. Go home and get some sleep. Excuse me. Come, I want to show you something. Look. It's a recent news broadcast. He was dark, with a beard... Looked a little like an Arab... Jesus Christ. What are these people like? Well, they've made up their minds on who's to blame. -Are you surprised? -No. Out you get. There you go... Bloody hell... No, not that. Don't eat that... Come here! What the hell? Dear me... What are you doing? What are you doing here? The power's still off. I felt it best to be here in case something happens.
Britt? Why haven't you gone home? I want to make sure I haven't missed anything. -Talk about ambitious. -Not really... The Wester case is a bit personal. I was meant to keep him alive. I thought I saw something... Can't you relax? Can't you relax? No? Shall we go and work? Eh? Shall we go and work? Let's go and work. Come on, Jussi. Let's go and work. WATER supplies in DANGER -Halt! -I'll take care of this. Good morning, Wallander. -Out so early? -We don't have a curfew yet, do we? No! But the area around the water towers is a bit sensitive. -Sorry about the dog thing. -He'll survive. I thought I'd go down and get a few hours' kip. Go on up. Lindstrom's there.
I'm sure he's got coffee on the go. Thanks. They knock out the infrastructure, people isolate themselves at home... It doesn't take much to poison a town. Frighteningly little, actually. We're so incredibly vulnerable. Would we have been less so if we'd had a permanent military presence? Not necessarily... But it's hardly like we're living in a safer world. It's still society's weakest - women, children, the old - who suffer most. If you ask me, the army is essential to a healthy civil society. So this would never have happened if we still had the regiment here? That's not what I'm saying. But I think we make people feel secure, and that should be worth something. I actually think the police can learn a lot from us. And anyway, it was you who called in us when it all broke loose here. What's your opinion? Why are they doing this? Maybe they think we deserve it. Has anyone claimed responsibility? Not yet, which I find a bit strange. Terrorists usually like to tell everyone it was them. Wallander here... The victim is one Britt Collin, 49. Multiple shot wounds. -What's her job? -I can find out. Do so now. - Call people in to do the rounds. Seems to be the same story...
Who called to report it? Her husband. It appears he was at home. -Couldn't he do anything? -He's in a wheelchair. Shock. They've just taken him out. Hey, wait! Stop! Stop. My name's Kurt Wallander, Ystad police. Did you see who did this? He shot her. -Did you see who shot your wife? -Again and again... -Can't you see he's in shock? -I know he is. I must talk to him now. Did your wife know Erik Wester? Please, you must try to help me to find the man who shot your wife. So - did your wife know Erik Wester? -Where does she work? -ln the job centre. Part-time. I'm a bit poorly, so she thinks that's enough. Had anyone been threatening her? Or had she fallen out with someone? I couldn't help her... I couldn't help her... Britt was 15 years his junior.
Maybe she and Wester were having an affair? That doesn't necessarily mean she was being unfaithful. I just wanted it to be something as banal and tangible as jealousy. If she was being unfaithful, who'd get angry about it? Wester was divorced. There's a link. -There's Wallander! -Just a quick question! Did you know that Britt Collin had sent two youths to work on the exhibition? No... They were there to help set it up, and are still there as general dogsbodies. This means there's a link between the killings and the exhibition! If you say so. Was it the same person who killed Collin and Wester? I have no comment to make. Kurt, I've gone through Wester's mails. -Find anything? -He wasn't very popular. -He received a lot of threats. -Could you trace any? Quite a few. I've made a list of them. Get Collin's work computer. Check if she got any too. -Won't I need a warrant? -Just bring it here. -ls the Collin-Wester link true? -lt'd seem so. You know the counter- demonstration's grown, right? And this won't cheer you up either.
The Minister of Defence is on her way. "The Minister is coming to Ystad to give her support" "and show that the government takes such attacks on democracy seriously." -When's she due? -This afternoon. With her family. We'll need back-up. She's to address the public and hold a press conference. -Thanks, Peter. -Pontus. Martinsson, give this list of Wester's threats to the security police. First we'll see if Collin recognises any names. If not, we'll nick the lot. -We'll be in touch if necessary. OK? -OK. Bye. -What's she doing here? -Helping us with our inquiries. -We spoke to her. She knew nothing. -Maybe you asked the wrong questions. What she said on TV. Someone's convinced her she saw that. She's identified the man she saw in the woods. Recognise him? -No. -We're bringing him in. -Here's a list of threats on Wester. -Take a look at them. If you have time.
We want a local officer to accompany us. We insist on it. You can take lsabell to the hospital instead. I'll drive. Stupid old git. Jaul Malik? Security police. We want to ask you some questions. ...several fiires in cafes and shops, including a Lebanese restaurant many of these attacks seem to be aimed at Muslim and Arab targets. They certainly are brave. Not to say foolhardy. What should they do? Stay indoors? No, but people might find them walking in a group like that provocative. Yes, but we have religious freedom. They're entitled to wear a veil. -Are you questioning that right? -Not at all. What would you say if Ebba came to work in a veil? I'd think it was...strange. A bit weird, maybe. Especially if she comes and asks about our equal opportunities plan. You find it hard to make sense of it, don't you. What do you mean? That women are prepared to go to such lengths for their rights. It's a bit complicated. How old are you? 62. -It's Karin. Do you have time?
-Be quick. I'm at the hospital. -Nothing's happened I hope? -A patient might be able to help us. I can give you a preliminary on Collin. Two shots to the head, both fatal. Fifteen shots to the torso and arms. Fired while the victim was on the floor. -The same M.O. -Yes, the same M.O. And the same calibre of bullet. Nyberg has the bullets. He can tell you if it's the same gun. Take care. I've told him you're coming, but he's still in quite a state. So I don't want you staying too long. Hello. I'm sorry to disturb you, but could you look at the names on this list? -Sorry... -Thanks. What's going on? Call for back-up. A shooting at the hospital. Gunman still in the building. Send back-up! Police! Nobody move. Everyone freeze! Hey, you! Stop!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Kurt! -What the hell are you playing at? -Don't open the door. Did that nurse have anything to do with the exhibition? I must know! If not, how is she linked to Collin and Wester? And I want to hear it from you and not a fucking journalist! Get the hospital manager down to the station asap. Jamul...tell me something. We have Jesus on T-shirts, he's a musical, he's photographed as gay... -We don't go blowing things up. -All I've done is demonstrated. And how you depict Jesus is up to you. It just shows your lack of faith. I'd like a word. -What is it that can't wait? -A nurse has just been shot. While Jamul was here. So Jamul blows things up while someone else does the shooting. Was that all? Yes... When you did your military service in Syria, did you blow things up? It was part of the training. -So you can handle plastic explosives? -Yes. Everything all right?
The bastards. I'm cross-referencing Wester's and Collin's computers but it'll take time. We have no time. Malik admits to being a member of the Swedish-Arabic Friendship Society. That society has existed for ages. The national rapid response squad is meeting us in Lund. Then goodbye and thanks for the help. Where's Wallander? I want to talk to Wallander! Will you stop! Is this really necessary? I have a hospital that really needs me, now! Please take a seat. What is it you want? Did Gunilla Polhem have anything to do with the Mohammed exhibition? I was her boss. I have no idea what she did in her free time. Know anything about any connection with Collin and Wester? She'd worked at the hospital for 20 years. Something must've happened. What do you mean? Did she make any mistakes? Everyone makes mistakes! But nothing that she deserved to get shot for. I'd still like the log books from her unit. -No way. The Secrecy Act... -Let's not give a toss about the Act... You know as well as I do what's needed to override the Act. Your consideration is touching, but you're holding up a murder inquiry!

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